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Pianist.He sits there, in the dark. All alone, in the dark. Callused fingers dance delicately on black-and-white keys. Sound waves echo throughout the empty hall. Echo, echo. Echo, echo.Pianist.
Is it a sad song? Or a happy one? Only he knows. It is his piece, no one else’s. Taking advantage of a prolonged rest in the middle of the piece, he slips his phone out of his pocket to check the time. Hmm. Twelve more minutes to the end of recess. The song continues.
There is no air-conditioning in the hall. After all, he is not meant to be inside the hall to begin with. Sweat forms on his face and back, sticking to his shirt and long,
by ~soloblast
A Requiem for LifeTake another deep breath Behind a locked door And maybe – try to hold back the tears? It’s too dark to tell the time And too late to make the apologies. Another session of questions – Why, why, why? Arguments, frustration, stalemate. We’re going nowhere On the road to death.A Requiem for Life
Existence’s a delicate thing Fraught with unknowns And pain. What, then, makes life worth living? Is it the world, in all its beauty? That, too, will fade. Is it the people, the familiar faces, the friends? All are mortal, perishing in the
by ~soloblast
Death of a SnowflakeThe ice is melting. Spring is coming. And one by one, the snowflakes perish.Death of a Snowflake
Ashes to ashes, Dust to dust. Snowflakes to water. Such an intricate design. Such a pity.
All of them are dying. This one, too. Don't bother trying to pick it up -- it'll just die faster.
Besides, you can't pick one up Without picking them all up, So why bother? It's just a show, anyway. Pretty, helpless littles things.
They're created, they die, they are reborn. They always have a second chance. We don't.
Yes, little sn
by ~soloblast
Bittersweet Notes On A PianoA bittersweet song on the piano being played, Each note sounding like a teardrop striking The water beneath. Melancholy thoughts pass through the mind, Each like a train stopping momentarily at a station.Bittersweet Notes On A Piano
The song speeds up, the song slows down; The softer bits, The louder bits. Such a curious lifesong to be played. Now taste each note as it blows by, Reach out and touch the music's soul.
Such unrequited joy, Yet it makes you want to cry. But as with every other little thing, It is beautiful in its own way, Is it not?
It'll be a long
by ~soloblast
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Darkness poured into one soul
Just how much can it hold
Torn to pieces by its tears
Dying by its hopes and fears.
~Bittersweet~
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all that we see or seem
is but a dream within a dream
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Darkness poured into one soul
Just how much can it hold
Torn to pieces by its tears
Dying by its hopes and fears.
~Bittersweet~
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all that we see or seem
is but a dream within a dream
i think i've seen you in school
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Darkness poured into one soul
Just how much can it hold
Torn to pieces by its tears
Dying by its hopes and fears.
~Bittersweet~
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"Chaos is the score upon which reality is written" - Henry Miller
"Nothing is easier than to denounce the evildoer; nothing is more difficult than to understand him." -Fyodor Dosto
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